Someone once told me that when you give birth to a daughter, you've just met the person whose hand you'll be holding the day you die.

The best place to cry is on a mother's arms.

...when people we love make choices, we don't always understand them. But we can go on loving them, just the same. It isn't a matter of comprehension. It's forgiveness.

There was a fine line between love and hate you heard that cliche all the time. But no one told you that the moment you crossed it would be the one you least expected. You'd fall in love and crack open a secret door to let your soul mate in. You just never expected such closeness one day to feel like an intrusion.

Did you ever think that maybe what you see isn't really what's true?

A lie, as you probably know, has a taste all its own. Blocky and bitter and never quite right, like when you pop a piece of fancy chocolate into your mouth expecting toffee filling and you get lemon zest instead.

The best way to prevent a heartache was to cushion the coming blow.